El Barrio (feat. Morad)

Voluptyk
Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh

Music from the heart
I never received any donation
Always tracksuit pants
Video reaching over a million

In the studio, I put passion
In concerts, I end up even hoarse
Something kind of illogical that bothers my situation
I don't do it to be a thug

And I'm not bothered by any opinion
Making the comparison that some do it without reason
We endure the pressure from groups that sometimes I don't even know who they are
For enduring the pressure that Morad ends up quickly in prison

Nights of meditation (never of medication)
My mother is the hope that I keep making another song
Kids in their room listening to my music with reason
Their fascist and abusive father tells them: Don't listen to the scumbag

Scumbag for wanting to find my bread quickly in peace
Or from the bad things I get into, man, sometimes I don't know what's happening
I always help my mother, help friends without expecting anything
They want to take it away from me, they want to take it away from me

They want to take it away from me, but they know that's impossible
Hammer with the contacts
Quickly below has a fuse
In the shanty, you'll never see edible food
After a hit, even all the bad things become chewable

They're small, I felt close with drillers, what they with principles
My brother, he was there alone, in the field and no one helped him with the war
You know what I mean, no need to mention names
Closed Europe, salute the team

Start with eyes open and you can be opened if you want to take it in
Things can cost, they toughen up with coke, but not around here
We jacked in the city, far beyond the law, we drift buildings like Nino
Akhi family, he's not holding primo, just need an entrance

They load guns, I call my brother, a little heat from the police (fuck the feds)
I know things before they happen
That's just how it is where we're from (yeah)
They come back when it turns (it turns)

Can they even comment on my life?
They read and study our game, as if it were an exam
Let this sound like a letter
No song, listen to us, the best

From my hood, from my hood
Link up connection with Hospitalet
Keeping steady, not the usual
Like Benzema, we can score directly

Waking up from a crazy night, spinning with crazies
Sleeping with anxiety, but must get fed
The sun, it falls, they walk with metals
So stop being ugly, must be correct

From my hood, from my hood
Link up connection with Hospitalet
Keeping steady, not the usual
Like Benzema, we can score directly

Waking up from a crazy night, spinning with crazies
Sleeping with anxiety, but must get fed
The sun, it falls, they walk with metals
So stop being ugly, must be correct